With that, he turned and left the room. Addy changed and settled down on her stomach under the covers, falling immediately into a deep sleep.
Chapter Two
Addy waited until half past ten the next morning to walk out of her room and into the kitchen, not wanting to test Rick’s order not to be up before ten. As she walked into the room she breathed a relief as she saw Michelle sitting alone at the table.
“Morning,” she called softly, not wanting to startle the other woman. Michelle gasped and looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“Hi,” she replied, wincing as she shifted on her seat.
“Sore bottom?” Addy asked in sympathy. The other woman nodded wryly.
Addy’s hands went to her bottom. “I know how you feel.”
Michelle looked at her in shock. “Rick spanked you?”
“I certainly did,” Rick replied as he walked into the kitchen beside Addy. “Sit down, Addy; I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Rick!” Michelle squealed, jumping to her feet, her face heating further as her gaze roamed between her husband and Addy. “What were you thinking? It’s bad enough you spanked me, but you had no right to spank Addy!”
“My spanking Addy has nothing to do with you, miss,” Rick replied sternly, turning around to glare down at his wife. “Now, I suggest you sit back down before I remember that you weren’t given permission to rise.”
“No,” Michelle replied stubbornly, while Addy’s jaw dropped slowly. Jeez, Michelle needed to work on when to speak up and when to shut up, because the way Rick was staring at her, she was headed toward another spanking.
Michelle’s arms crossed over her chest, making her t-shirt rise. It was then that Addy realized that all Michelle wore was a pair of white panties and a pink t-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of her thighs.
“Sit down, Michelle,” Rick said calmly. “I won’t tell you twice.”
“I said no,” Michelle replied stubbornly. “I want you to apologize to Addy for spanking her.”
“Uh, Michelle,” Addy said uneasily. “He doesn’t have to apologize. I deserved it.”
Michelle turned her fierce gaze on Addy. “He had no right to spank you.”
“This has nothing to do with you, Michelle,” Rick said firmly. “Get your butt into the living room and over your spanking chair. I’ll be in there in a minute.”
Michelle just glared at him. Rick shook his head slowly. “My, you’re after some punishment today, aren’t you? Is the punishment you’re already owed not enough, missy? You need to go looking for more?”
“It’s not right,” she replied.
Addy couldn’t take it any longer. Michelle needed to understand why Rick spanked her. “Michelle, you’ve got this all wrong. Eliot asked Rick to spank me and I needed it. I was feeling guilty over causing so much trouble and worry for Dash and Eliot. Eliot knew I’d never sleep the way I was. I’m sorry it makes you feel so uncomfortable, but it was the only way I could sleep.”
Michelle’s jaw dropped. “You needed it?” she asked in amazement.
Addy flushed, feeling embarrassed as she realized that Rick and Michelle obviously had a different relationship from her and Dash and Eliot. She’d thought Michelle was the same as her. While Addy may not like being punished, she really did need the discipline, would be eaten up with guilt and worry without some form of release. Sure, she fought being punished, who wouldn’t? But she knew that in the end she wouldn’t be happy without it. Obviously, Michelle didn’t feel the same.
Addy felt ashamed. Like she was a bit of a freak.
“Michelle, you will apologize right now,” Rick said harshly.
“I will? Why?” Michelle asked.
“For making Addy feel bad about what she needs.”
“B-But I don’t understand. How can she need it?” Michelle sounded confused.
Addy couldn’t look up as they spoke, tears were swimming in her eyes.
“The same way you need it, only Addy isn’t afraid to admit it to herself,” Rick replied. “Where you try to hide your needs, she embraces them. I hope one day you will get to that level of understanding and maturity.”
Addy looked up in amazement and Rick winked at her, almost making her smile. She wiped tears off her cheeks.
“Oh, Addy,” Michelle breathed. Addy looked over to see the guilt on Michelle’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“It’s okay,” Addy smiled, accepting Michelle’s embrace.
“I feel awful,” Michelle said, her pain clear in her eyes.
“Then you’ll get yourself quick smart over that spanking chair, won’t you?” Rick said sternly.
This time Michelle just nodded and moved out of the room.
“Make yourself at home, Addy. Get some breakfast. We’ll be back shortly.”
Addy watched as Rick went into the kitchen and came out with a small wooden spoon. She gulped as she realized Michelle’s bottom was soon going to regret what her mouth had spouted.
*****
Rick paused as he heard the knock at the door. He gave his wife's fiery bottom a firm pat, admiring the sight she made, tied by her wrists and ankles to the spanking bench he’d put in the living room. He could have kept it in one of the bedrooms, but he thought it did a good job of reminding his wife to behave herself by being on show. And when someone vanilla came around he simply covered it up with some cushions.
Rick walked to the front door. No need to undo her bonds, after all Dash and Eliot had a similar relationship with Addy.
“Hey, come in.” He shook both men's hands, then ushered them into the living room. “Addy's in the kitchen. As you can see, I'm in the middle of punishing Michelle.”
Rick heard Michelle gasp before she began to struggle with her bonds, immediately he went over to her, placing a warm hand on her lower back as he spoke firmly and calmly.
“Do not fight your bonds, Michelle. I won't be pleased if you hurt yourself.” He wouldn't, either. It might seem ridiculous considering he’d just roasted her ass until it was glowing red, but he wouldn’t take her straining against her bonds and perhaps bruising herself.
“Rick, please,” she moaned. Dash grinned while Eliot shook his head.
“We’ll just grab Addy and get out of your way, Rick,” Eliot spoke up then shook Rick’s hand.
“Yeah, no reason to stop, we can show ourselves out.” Dash’s grin grew wider at Michelle’s embarrassed groan.
Eliot led the way into the kitchen; he knew his way around having been here many times. He and Dash had been friends with Rick since they were eight, when Rick had moved to the small town Dash and Eliot had grown up in. Dash and Eliot were as close as brothers. And they’d hated Rick on sight. That was, until the day he’d helped them rescue a trapped dog.
Dash, who had always loved animals, had quickly befriended him. Eliot had been slower to trust the other boy, but soon he’d found himself enjoying Rick’s company and the three had become inseparable.
Eliot and Rick had gone to University together while Dash had gotten a job on a ranch close by. They’d soon realized they weren’t like other college students their age. They weren’t looking to get drunk each weekend and have a series of one night stands.
The three of them had wanted real relationships. Women they could respect and who would respect them. They’d all agreed that they wanted relationships liked Eliot’s parents had had when they were alive. His father had been indulgent, kind, but very firmly in charge of his family. And his mother had adored him.
Rick and Dash came from less structured backgrounds. Rick’s father constantly travelled and when he was home he argued incessantly with his mother. Dash’s mom had split when he was little and he was raised by his father. They’d all ended up spending a lot of time at Eliot’s place as a result.
And they all used the example Eliot’s father had set for them in their own relationships. Although Eliot and Dash had put their own spin on it, deciding th
ey wanted a ménage relationship. The first time they’d shared a woman, they’d sort of just fell into it. It had been the woman’s suggestion and curious, they’d agreed. And found something they both enjoyed and craved. Sharing a woman meant they could truly ensure her happiness and safety. Plus, they could shower her with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Eliot saw Addy reaching up to place a plate in the top cupboard. Her dress rode up, giving him an eyeful of creamy thigh. He wondered if her butt was still red from her spanking last night. She had pale skin that reddened quickly.
Her long, dark hair fell down her back in soft waves. He loved nothing more than having her sit on the floor between his legs as he brushed her hair while Dash lay beside her, his head in her lap.
“Hey, baby,” he drawled.
She turned with a gasp then launched herself into Eliot’s arms. He caught her, pulling her tight against his chest and kissing the top of her head, breathing in her scent. Jesus, it had only been one night yet he missed her so much. He handed her over to Dash who gave her a long, deep kiss.
“I missed you, both of you,” she exclaimed tearfully. “I’m so sorry I disobeyed you.”
Dash patted her bottom heavily and she winced. “We missed you too, although I’m sure Rick took good care of you.”
She sighed. “Yeah, too good. That man sure wields a mean hairbrush.”
“And that’s just a warm-up,” Dash proclaimed ominously. “You’ve got more coming to you at home.”
“You ready to go home, baby?” Eliot asked as she pouted prettily.
She nodded. They stopped to say a quick goodbye to Rick and Michelle, who groaned in embarrassment. Eliot took Addy’s hand, leading her to the back seat. He helped her inside before buckling her seatbelt.
“Okay, little girl? he asked.
She nodded, looking shy. Eliot couldn’t wait to take the next step in their relationship, for Addy to finally just let go and let the little girl inside her out. Rick was the one who’d introduced him to age play. Eliot had been a bit obsessed by it ever since.
He longed to take care of baby Addy. But he knew he had to be patient, to ease her into it. It wasn’t easy letting someone else be so totally in charge, to be so vulnerable. He’d never push her. But he and Dash were ready; they were just waiting for Addy to realize that.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Eliot stilled, hearing Dash draw in a deep breath. Eliot brushed Addy’s long, dark hair from her face and leaning down, kissed her.
“You make me so happy, baby girl,” he whispered.
Addy smiled shyly. Damn, she was gorgeous with her black hair, her dark blue eyes and that alabaster skin. And so delicate. She was tiny compared to him and Dash. Especially Dash who stood well over six feet. Eliot knew Dash had been terrified of hurting her for a start, but Addy was tougher than she looked.
And a lot more delicate than she thought she was. Sometimes she seemed to think she was invincible, and the risks she often took with her health and safety drove him and Dash nuts. And more often than not had them reaching for a paddle or hairbrush or whatever was handy to make sure she understood just what was acceptable.
Eliot knew her fearlessness came from spending many of her formative years sick and unable to do things normal kids did. Still, there was no way he was ever going to condone her climbing high trees or ice-skating on their pond towards the end of winter.
He didn’t even like her being outside during winter. Addy had an immune deficiency which meant she got sick easily. He hated it when she was ill, coughing heavily with pneumonia or croaking hoarsely with laryngitis. Still, he tried not to be too overprotective.
And sometimes he managed it. Often times not. Dash was even worse than he was. But she was their wife, more precious than anything in their lives and they couldn’t stand the thought of ever losing her.
Dash started the truck and drove them quickly toward the ranch, while Eliot peered over his shoulder at Addy.
“How are you feeling? Did you get a good sleep?” he asked with concern. Addy couldn’t afford to get rundown, keeping her well rested and well fed fell on his and Dash’s shoulders, a responsibility they willingly took on.
She shrugged, looking tired. “I missed you guys, but I guess I slept all right considering.”
“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I think an afternoon nap and an early bedtime are in order to be on the safe side.”
Addy sighed but didn’t say anything, a sure indication she was tired. Normally, she’d argue until she was blue in the face about having to take a nap or go to bed early. The only time she didn’t argue was when she was very sick or very tired.
Eliot didn’t like how pale and tired she looked. Addy didn’t know her limits. She got sick so easily and it scared them both. Yes, definitely more rest and some good, nutritious food.
“What did you have for breakfast?” Dash asked as he pulled into their driveway. They’d managed to clear away the main blockage, but it was still a mess of broken branches and leaves.
“Food,” she snapped.
Eliot turned again as Dash pulled up outside their house and stared at Addy until she shifted uneasily on her seat.
“A banana,” she muttered, her lip coming out like a pouting two-year old.
“Not good enough, sweetheart,” Dash replied sternly.
“And neither is the attitude,” Eliot said quietly. “Get inside. I want you naked and standing in the corner. You’re getting a spanking, then you’ll have some proper breakfast and afterwards you’re going to bed for a nice long nap.”
Addy’s jaw dropped at that. “But it’s not even twelve!”
“Keep it up with the attitude, baby, and you won’t be sitting down for a week.”
Chapter Three
Addy wanted to protest as Eliot took her hand and led her to the bedroom, but the look Dash sent her warned her against it. So she bit her lip and followed Eliot into the punishment room.
Her men preferred not to spank her in their bedroom, not wanting her to associate her bedroom with punishment. Eliot often said that her bedroom should be her haven, somewhere she could go and relax.
And it was. Dash and Eliot had given her free reign to decorate the room. She’d gone with a mix of creams and light blues, creating somewhere tranquil and soothing so when she was sick she could rest. And when they were in the mood for loving, it created the perfect place for Dash and Eliot to make her soar.
So instead of punishing her in her bedroom, Dash had set up one of their spare bedrooms as a naughty girl room, complete with a spanking bench, a vast array of paddles, butt plugs, nipple clamps and a large rocking chair where one of them usually sat in and held her after a punishment until she recovered.
“Over the bench, young lady,” Eliot ordered.
“Eliot, I’m sorry,” she told him tearfully. “I promise not to do it again.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Everything. Everything I did to make you angry.”
He turned her to face him, his handsome face serious. Behind his glasses, his eyes stared down at her, filled with love. As always, he was cleanly shaven, and he smelled amazing. A hint of sandalwood snuck around her, making her sigh.
“I’m not angry, darling. You know better. But you worried us. And you didn’t do as we asked. To top it off, you’re acting like a brat. I don’t want to spend another night as I did last night, worried frantically about you.”
“Wondering if you were hurt or afraid,” Dash added.
Guilt assuaged her. She really had been selfish. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry I worried you. I won’t do it again.”
Leaning down, Eliot kissed her forehead then he gave her a hug and let her go. Dash grabbed her and kissed her long and hard until her head spun.
He let her go and turned her towards the spanking bench. “Strip naked and hop on the bench, baby,” he told her. “You’re going to bed straight after so you won’t need your clothes.
The only t
ime Addy was allowed to wear nightclothes was when she was sick.
Addy stripped slowly, folding each piece of clothing neatly as her husbands watched on. She then climbed on the bench. Dash tied her hands in front of her.
“Split your legs,” Eliot ordered then placed her ankles in the cuffs which had been attached to the floor at just the right width for her. She was now tied, at their mercy, awaiting their punishment.
Dash ran his hand down her back and over her bottom. “You understand we only do this because we love you, don’t you, darling?” he asked her huskily. Her dark, rough cowboy with a heart of gold.
Addy nodded. “I love you guys, too.”
“Good.” Dash’s hand smacked down on her butt without warning.
“Don’t ever.”
Smack!
“Ever.”
Smack! Smack!
“Scare us like that again, young lady.” Dash’s hand landed on her bottom over and over again. His hand moved down her thighs as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her cries.
“I love you, Addy,” he said softly before ten more smacks of his hand landed. Addy let out a loud sob, her buttocks on fire.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “Please stop. I won’t ever to it again.”
“Oh, baby, not yet, I’m afraid,” Eliot said. She looked back to see him pick up a paddle. “That was just your warm-up.”
Addy dropped her head onto the softly padded bench with a cry.
“You’re getting twenty, Addy,” Eliot said. “I want you to thank me for each one and ask me for another.”
“Eliot!” she cried, mortified.
The paddle landed with a heavy whack. Addy cried out.
“Addy,” Dash warned her.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?” she spat out.
It landed again, fire arched over her skin, licking her nerve endings.
Oh man, this was going to kill her, she was sure. The pain was incredible; it seemed to fire through her blood, heating her blood.
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